Really important so I'm writing this at the beggining of this chapter!
Okay, so I have 2 cases ready to be written with Harry Styles having the leading role since you voted for him.
And I want to know wich one fanfic you want me to write right after this one's over.
Case 1 : Harry Styles has magical powers just like Claire, but the thing is that they live in a world that's been seperated in two parts, the hot one and the frozen one. So when these 2 go to college and start practising magic they eventually hate each other but then something happens and they start to have feelings. But since they're born to be opponents, there are going to be A LOT of problems! Will true love come above or will the ancient hate tear them apart?
Case 2 : Jade is a girl that has no one to care about except her older brother that one day gets arrested and she's left all alone in a house with her parents that doesn't show any kind of love to her. So, she finds a way to go through the pain and misery; drugs. She's addicted to them and has no goals or any hope left in her, until one day she meets the guy she made out the same night her brother got arrested. Coincidence? Or not? What you say? Will she find a way through the dark?
Leave a comment saying 'Case 1' or 'Case 2'. Depends on what case you liked the most. Hope you guys like them otherwise I'm so fucking screwed..
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No Point of View
"Rebecca, where are you?" he asked as he stepped into her dark room.
He turned on the lights, his eyes widening and a gasp coming past his lips when he took in the view.
Blood everywhere, on the bed, floor, walls, windows. His heart raced with worry for Rebecca as he stepped in and looked around, searching for her.
"Rebecca!" he shouted as he rushed out of the room, looking at both sides of the hallway before going to the bathroom like a flash.
His mouth fell agape when she wasn't there, but her blood soaked clothes were lying on the floor. Anger and worry took over him as he started searching the entire house, swinging the doors open and closing them shut with big force.
"Rebecca!" he was shouting at the top of his lungs, fisting his palms and rushing through the hallway, heading downstairs.
His heart was ready to break as he had that adrenaline rush and anxiety in the pit of his stomach. His blood ran faster in his vains and his vision got a little red out of anger.
All of the emotions grew more intense when he stepped into the last room he didn't search and found it empty. He ran a hand through his hair and tugged at the roots. His head was spinning with thoughts. Where the fuck is she? He thought.
He then heard a loud scream and footsteps from upstairs that made him swung in his spot. He got to her room like a flash and turned on the lights again, his heart stopping when he finally saw her.
There she was, lying in a lake of her own blood, eyes wide open, her stare cold and dead. His chest tightened even more when he noticed the knife that was digged into her heart. She was half naked, only in her bra and shorts. Her legs and arms full of bleeding cuts and wounds.
She had a deep cut around her throat too, showing what tortures she've been through. There were letters across the wall made by her own, warm blood.
See you in hell.
Harry's heart broke to million pieces and he kneeled down, feeling depressed and shocked at the same time. But the worst of all was that he fell empty, alone, broken.
Suddenly, Rebecca's body started to shake roughly on the floor, causing Harry's heart to fall down to his stomach. He got and kneeled next to her like a flash, his eyes staring at her cold ones.
"No!" he shouted, his voice showing pain.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close to him. He wanted to have her against his chest, hold her and then see that she's alive. He focused on her beating heart, but he never heard her pounding.
"Rebecca, you can't leave me like that..." he mumbled, his voice shakey and laced with pain.
He held her even closer, soaking his clothes with her blood but he didn't care. He rested his chin on the top of her head and rocked back and forth, trying to convince himself that this is not true.
But it was.
And Harry hated it.
He then saw a black figure standing in the corner of the room, smirking down at them. Harry's blood boiled with anger as he glared up at the figure, jaw set and muscles tensing.
"Bring her to me." the figure snickered.
Harry shook his head, tightening his grip around Rebecca. "No, go to hell." he snapped.
"Give her to me, Harry!" the voice shouted and stood in front of them like a flash.
Rebecca was suddenly thrown up at the ceiling, slipping out of Harry's tight grip easily by some unexplained force. Harry's eyes widened and he quickly stood up, glaring at the figure that smirked evily at him.
"She's dead, Harry. Deal with it." the figure spit before dissapearing like smoke and Rebecca's body fell roughly on the floor.
"No! Rebecca!" Harry said panicked, kneeling down to pick her up.
Rebecca's body was suddenly on fire, her pale skin turning to black as the fire burned her flesh. Harry took some steps back, staring at her with a bewildered look. The room turned darker and her body was slowly fading away.
"No, no, no! Stop!" Harry shouted, tugging at the roots of his hair.
But before he could do anything else, Rebecca's body was burned to ashes and there was nothing left but her blood and her rotting flesh on the floor.
"Rebecca!" he shouted and he felt as if he's heart was ripped out of his chest.
He sat up with sweat covering his face and back, breathing heavily. He looked around panicked, his muscles on his body tensing with anxiety and worry.
He then realized he was in her bedroom, lying on her bed. He saw that there was no blood in the room, or Rebecca's black flesh lying on the floor.
He looked down and felt a huge wave of relief washing through him when he saw her there, sleeping peacefully with her arm wrapped around his waist. Some strands of her dark brown hair that looked like black fell in front of her face and her lips were slightly parted. He heard her beating heart pounding normally as she was in her place. Rebecca looked very beautiful, and very, very, very alive.
He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, sighing deeply as relief flooded through him. He then decided to lie back down on the matress, slowly opening his eyes as he was afraid that what he was going to see will be similar to his nightmare.
But he couldn't calm down.
He needed to hear her say she was okay. He had that nervoussness eating away his stomach and his heart was still racing with worry. He turned on his side to face her, the back of his fingers gently grazing her cheek and pushing away her hair from her face. He was afraid that if he touches her with a more force, she was going to get hurt.
"Rebecca," he whispered, his hand landing on her neck, cupping it.
Rebecca didn't reply, still too sleepy and lost in her own dreams to hear Harry talk.
He cleared his throat. "Rebecca," he said a little more loudly than before.
Rebecca's brows slightly furrowed and she sheepishly opened her eyes, giving him a questioning yet angry look. His heart fluttered when they locked eyes, convinced that she was okay.
"What is it, Harry?" she groaned, slowly closing and opening her eyes.
He leaned closer to her, their faces inches away. "Would you ever leave me without saying goodbye?" he asked, his voice cracking at the end.
Rebecca frowned and a hint of hurt flashed behind her eyes. "What? Wait, Harry, what are you talking about?" she asked confused, her hazel eyes flitting back and forth between Harry's green ones. She scanned his face a little better. "Are you alright? You look-,"
"Answer me. I need to know." he demanded softly, his hand travelling up her cheek.
Rebecca seemed lost and confused by Harry's sudden question. She then leaned closer to him, kissing his temple before pulling back to look at him. Rebecca's gentle gesture sent a jolt of happiness through Harry's body.
"No. I would never leave you without saying goodbye, Harry." she mumbled, smiling sheepishly at him.
He nodded, a small small pulling at his heart-shaped lips. "I would never leave you without saying goodbye, too." he promised, his thumb grazing her skin.
She nodded and scooted closer to him, resting her forehead against his chest. Harry quickly wrapped his arm around her waist, colliding their bare chests and stomachs together. He liked the feeling of Rebecca's warm skin against his own and he knew that by feeling her so close to him, he could now sleep peacefully.
Rebecca's POV:
I had to say, he surprised me. But he confused me too.
I still couldn't understand why he asked me this question early in the morning. Like, why couldn't he ask me while we ate breakfast or lied to watch TV? Why did he have to ask me while I was sleeping?
Nevertheless, it really made me happy. Knowing that Harry would never leave without at least saying goodbye was a huge step, because if Harry planned on leaving, he would do it secretly. And that means that Harry doesn't plan on leaving.
I was still lying on the bed with him, my hand pressed on his chest and my fingers gently tracing cirles on his bare skin. I couldn't care any less if he still smelled like sweat because I now loved it. The mixture of sweat and his cologne was magnetic.
After what he asked me I couldn't close an eye. I was wide awake. Repeating his question in my head. Why was he so...scared? He really did look worried when he asked me and it only send jolts of nervoussness to my stomach. Sighing deeply, I pressed my lips gently on his skin before placing my cheek there.
"Why are you not sleeping?" he suddenly asked, his voice low.
I shrugged. "I just can't.." I murmured.
"Why?" he asked, wanting to know the answer.
"Now that you woke me up I can't sleep.." I said quietly.
"Mhmm." he hummed, his hand running up and down my side slowly. His fingertips grazing gently my skin, his touch so soft and warm that gave me goosebumps.
I exhaled, closing my eyes as I enjoyed his touch. Harry's large hand landed on the small of my back and my skin slowly started to heat up.
"Sleep, babe." he murmured, soothingly moving his hand up and down my back again.
I exhaled and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep.
Next Day
Harry was outside, dealing with some things he said he wanted to upgrade to his car as I spoke with Hannah on the phone.
"Is he still asleep?" I asked as I paced back and forth into the living room, holding my phone close to my ear.
"Yeah, and he doesn't want to get out of bed." Hannah chuckled lightly.
"He better does, he needs to go to practise." I grinned.
"How is he going to practise with one eye closed? This guy can't even talk without yawning."
"I can fucking hear you!" Niall shouted in the back, causing me and Hannah to giggle.
"Good, because Becca says you have to stand up." Hannah told him firmly.
"Oh, fuck you all. I don't wanna go." Niall whined.
"Tell him that if he goes to practise, I'm gonna tell Monica to cook that special mushroom-thing she does that he adores for him tonight." I said, biting my lip as I kept grinning.
Hannah delivered my message. A loud noise of footsteps hitting the floor was heard. "She will?" Niall asked surprised.
"Yeah, now go and change!" Hannah rushed the words.
"Okay okay, I'm going-tell Becca that I love her!" Niall said panicked before I heard him laughing out of happiness and walking away.
Hannah laughed at the phone along with me at his silly reaction. "Are you really going to do that?"
"Probably, but it's gonna be hard considering Monica doesn't like sharing her food or wasting time from her work." I muttered.
"Aha, I bet Niall's gonna be so annoying tonight at work as he'll wait for his mushrooms." she let a snort.
Harry got into the house, smirking proudly once he closed the door shut with his foot and stepped into the living room. I glanced at him before raising a finger at him, motioning him to wait.
"Hannah, I gotta go. What time do you want me to come over?" I said, turning my back to Harry.
"Oh, be here at 7:00. I'll be waiting." I could hear the smile as she talked.
"Great. See you then." I said before ending the call and turning to Harry, the phone in my hands.
"Where are you going today at 7:00, young lady?" he raised a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Shopping with Hannah. And then we'll probably go to the Spa. Girly stuff to do." I shrugged innocently.
"What about me?" he asked, raising his chin up a bit.
"What about you?"
"What the hell am I going to while you'll be with Hannah?"
"Niall's going to practise today, do you want me to tell him to take you with him? You know, as a man you probably like football and stuff." I said, trying to convince him.
"I do like football and stuff," he mumbled, narrowing his eyes at me as he thought about it.
"Then go. Don't waste your time by staying here all alone." I urged him, smiling.
He nodded, rolling up the sleeves of his grey tee. He had his hair gathered in a ponytail. I loved seeing him this way, he was way more beautiful and I could see clearly his features.
"Did you finish with that thing in your car?" I questioned, digging the phone in my pocket.
"Yeah," he replied simply. "You better get dressed now, I'm taking you to Hannah's," he said, nodding towards the hallway.
"But it's still-,"
"6:25." he finished, causing me to give him a weird look.
"But how do you know?" I asked, taking the phone out of my pocket to check the time.
"I know everything, love." he smirked, saying it in a way as if it's obvious.
I unlocked my phone, seeing that it's 6:25 a.m. just like he said. My jaw fell and I gave Harry a bewildered look, gaining a laugh and dimples that carved into his cheeks.
"God," I murmured, chuckling to myself.
"I'm full of surprises, I know. And now since I also know you're gonna need at least 30 minutes to get ready, you better go upstairs right now." he said, crossing his arms again.
I nodded, grinning brightly at him as I walked towards him. "Yes, sir." I teased, slapping playfully his shoulder before heading upstairs to change clothes.
Nothing too fancy. Just black, skinny jeans and a purple tee with a ripped back, on purpose, with my short black boots and my black jacket. Earings and my hair all gathered in a tight, high ponytail. Light make up and I was ready.
I quickly rushed downstairs and out of the house to find Harry already in the car, his window rolled down and his elbow resting on it as he whistled and looked at his phone. I jumped in and closed the door.
"I'm ready." I smiled, taking my phone out of my pocket.
Harry's eyes glanced at me before travelling down my body, burning through my skin. I blushed and avoided his gaze at all costs, knowing he was still staring at me intently. After what we did last night, I was still feeling turned on with every little thing he does.
He started the car and pulled the car on the road, my muscles slightly relaxing as I knew his gaze was no longer on me.
We didn't talk about what we did last night. I thought that maybe Harry would bring it up out of the blue just to tease me or annoy me, but he didn't do such thing. Instead, he acted all cool and as it never really happened, wich kinda confused me.
I didn't know if he felt something while we did all those things last night, but I surely did. And I enjoyed it. A lot. Every touch, kiss, grind against my skin was turning me on fire. Every moan, groan, whisper was literally driving me crazy. All the pain of losing Harry in my heart was replaced by pure love. Harry might doesn't love anyone, but I absolutely did, and especially after what happened, the desire to feel Harry grew stronger.
No matter how many times he has hurt me, I can't fight the feelings that are tightly kept inside my heart. Harry owns a big part of her, and I know that no one will ever have the chance to replace him. Because Harry is Harry.
And no one can replace Harry Styles.
No one will ever be as good as him. No one will ever make me feel the same way he does. No one will ever show me how different life can be in a matter of seconds. No one will ever be able to own my heart, because Harry has already taken her, and holds her in his hands.
A sudden, low, throaty groan came past Harry's lips wich he quickly covered by coughing. I furrowed my brows, staring at his face to understand what's going on. Harry had now his sunglasses on, blocking me from reading his green eyes.
He coughed again, bringing his fist in front of his mouth. I leaned in a little as I kept staring at him with my brows pulled low as I tried to study him. He moved his head away from me, coughing again.
"Harry, are you-,"
"I'm fine." he cut me off, bringing his hand on the steering wheel again.
I nodded slowly, knowing he didn't really mean what he said. I leaned back on my seat, my eyes never leaving his face that had lost all the colour.
He pressed his lips in a tight line, tilting his head back on the seat. Inhaling deeply every 2 seconds, he tightening his grip on the steering wheel. My stomach flipped up to my abdomen as I grew even more worried than before.
His arms started shaking and his knuckles turned white. My entire body froze as I stared at him, confused, worried and shocked, all at once. As I opened my mouth to say something, he coughed once again.
His hand pulled back and came in front of his lips, trying to muffle the sound of his coughs. I turned my body, completely facing him.
"Harry, what's wrong?" I asked with panic rosing inside me.
He didn't respond. However, he suddenly turned the car, making me let a small scream as the entire car turned around. He stopped the car and quickly got out, shutting the door closed. I had my hair falling in front of my face when I looked up from the window to see him pacing back and forth before he stopped, bending down and placing one hand on the car.
Trying to stop my heart from poundily so rapidly, I jumped out and walked over the car, standing a feet away from him as I stared at him taking deep breaths.
He covered his mouth with his hand only to quickly pull it away before he bent down ever more and threw up. I grimaced, but didn't care as I was too focused on if he's feeling alright.
"It's okay." I cooed, standing now behind him and running soothingly my hand up and down his back.
He continued throwing up, bringing my own stomach up to my abdomen. Worry and anxiety grew in there, making it difficult for me to stay calm.
When he was done, he stood straight and pressed one hand on his forehead. I opened the car door and got half of my body in as I bent to grab my bag. I quickly took out a watter bottle and handed it to him. He swallowed down big sips, tilting his head back and muscles tensing on his arms before pulling away and handing it back to me. I shove it in my bag before refocusing on him.
"Hey, you feel better now?" I asked gently, stepping closer to him.
He nodded, looking away. His gaze soon met the ground as he rested his hands on his hips, a frown creasing his face.
"What happened? Why did you throw up?" I asked confused, leaning against the car as I studied his face even more.
That guy knew too well how to cover his emotions.
He shrugged, still not looking at me. It kinda frustrated me, the fact that he avoided meeting my gaze. Even if he was wearing sunglasses, I wanted him to look at me and talk, not look at the tree across the street and stay quiet.
"Harry, what's wrong?" I asked again, sighing as I crossed my arms, waiting for an answer.
He rubbed his temples, taking a little too long to answer my question. I was growing even more anxious and impatient with him not talking and it was a matter of seconds for me to snap and yell at him to say something.
"It's probably something I ate.." he muttered, still looking down with his brows pulled low. "It maybe had something that affected me."
I narrowed my eyes, staring at him with disbilief. Could it really be that? Simple food? Harry's DNA could heal any possible illness, so it was kinda hard for me to believe what he said.
"You sure it's that?" I pressed, leaning in a little.
"Yeah." he muttered, looking away.
I hummed, not believing him at all, really. He was hiding something from me and it only confused and worried me. Why would he do that? Especially after what we did last night? Why can't he be truthfull? Why can't he trust me?
"Now let's go, your friends are probably waiting for you." he grumbled, walking past me and jumping into the car.
I was left agape, staring at the distance. Taking a deep breath and controlling my aching heart, I walked over the car with a scowl on my face before jumping in and staying quiet for the entire drive to Hannah's house.
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